Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Lots of people in my life are getting married and/or having babies right now.  I guess I am at "that age" and it will not slow down for several years.  In fact, we're going to a wedding this coming weekend.  Last week we were at a bris.  In the last week, I've found out about two engagements, both involving people I love very much.

Let's keep the good news coming, OK?  I like it.

I am working with someone who is performing a service which will end up with my receipt of a physical object.  There are lots of options involved in this object - like a car, but not a car.  I've told this person what I want it to look like a couple of times.  He disagrees with one of my selections.  I told him that I recognize that he has a lot of experience, but I prefer the way I selected.  Then today, he again asked me to choose from the two options, my choice and his preference.  I emailed my preference.  Then, again, he asked me to choose.

I really couldn't give a rat's ass what he prefers.  I want what I want.  Those of you who know me know that I go after what I want and I generally get it.  This is such a small thing, why does he care?  It's my object.  If he didn't want to give me options, he simply shouldn't have in the first place.

How many times do I have to say that I'm not changing my mind?

I have met Cory Doctorow.

It was 2002 when I started working on/with/near Creative Commons (before he did, but that's beside the point).  And it was 2003 when I started dating Joey, who's known him since the late 90's.

But it took 'til 2007 to actually get us in the same room.  He lived up to the hype.

Cheers, Cory.  Great to finally see you.

I moved from the Cambridge, Massachusetts area to Toronto about a year and a half ago.  I found that things here are just different enough - as I always say, milk comes in bags, and people start sentences with "as well" which I would never do, and suchlike.  And the stores, many of them are different.  Products in the supermarket.

But then again, there's Whole Foods.  There were probably a dozen Whole Foods stores within an hour's drive of my last few apartments in Boston.  There are two here; one a fifteen or so minute's walk from my office, and one a forty minute drive from our apartment.  Certainly the products are not all the same.  Not all of my favorites are labeled in French, or whatever other thing keeps them from coming here.  But I do get to have Annie's.  I buy the whole wheat one.  I love it.  It's tasty, fast, and reminds me of home.

I read this article on Megnut yesterday.

I have to say, there's a time for Annie, and a time for homemade.  As a matter of fact, the article got me so interested in mac & cheese that I made it for dinner - a modified, even-more-reduced-fat version of a Rachael Ray dealie, but still homemade and yummy.  But there's Annie's in the cabinet, as usual.  Homemade took...all told...maybe 45 minutes?  It's worth it, but it isn't always possible.

Funny that homemade isn't the one that reminds me of home.